Thursday, November 28, 2019
Daytime. I was in a room. A young lady was sitting at a table. I was holding up a strange looking cardboard book with slits and I was singing a song. I think it was Doobie Brothers You Never Change.
This next part I hesitated otherwise I would have talked about this yesterday when it happened as I am writing this one day later. People might think I'm making it up. However, I'll tell the story. If I'm lying then the Police, the gangs and the street will know. They have a sixth sense about this.
The next part, sunny day, I I am riding down the highway on an open air bus that was grey in color. I am sitting in the very front seat, the left hand side seat. I look to my left an in a similar open air bus is the King of Thailand, the one who died, King Rama the 9th! He is sitting upright erect in a chair. The posture similar to a very vivid dream I had of my grandfather upon waking. Sitting upright in a chair, calm, looking younger and as always, wearing his red plaid shirt. He is wearing a white uniform, admirals cap and the snack-plate medals on his chest! Unmistakeable! As the bus drives down I sense The King's bus pulling behind me. There is a row of one storey buildings to my right. I see some of my friends from Bangkok I recognize from earlier in the dream. I send out a telepathic thought to them, I just saw the King of Thailand!
The bus approaches it's stop. I get off there is some white railings at the bus stop, white being a royal color. I walk to the left, cross the street and am in a mall parking lot. I do a couple of Kung Fu kicks. 4 people are waking behind me to my left at the mall parking lot as I'm doing the kicks. Could they be the four who sat at the table with me when I saw the angels and the extra terrestrials small shiny grey ufo that was rotating clockwise from the top the first time, and the four who sat with me at the table in the Saddam Hussein dream? Probably. I got a small squad of plainclothes spirit protectors, Police, security guards.
Timing of dream is ominous. The dream the day after Wednesday night when a lady was yelling in the hall. I thought it was a drunken drugged up fight. But she was yelling something about an overdose. I didn't want to get involved or thought she was yelling loud enough that people would've already been there. My next door neighbor ran downstairs to check it out. He returned ten minutes later. Someone I knew, an East Indian man, Steve overdosed on heroin, fentanyl. The crack cocaine that he was chasing with the the opioids probably didn't help either. No one knew he used drugs. I didn't think he used drugs. Only tobacco and alcohol. Turns out he was a chipper, an occasional user. When my neighbour got downstairs, landlord was there and paramedics soon after. Landlord tried CPR for ten minutes as there was a brief pulse. Then the paramedics took over. I went to McDonalds at 5:30 am the next morning. A crowd from the hotel was there. I asked about Steve. They said he died.
One person said they didn't know he was a junkie, just occasional pothead or occasional beer drinker but then last week they saw him hanging out with the junkies downtown. That reminded me of the Vice episode when Suroosh Alvi was hanging out with some junkies in downtown in a big city in India. Those junkies said they were depressed and despondent and that made Suroosh Alvi look sad and compassionately sympathetic towards them.
But then later when I talked to others they said he was on life support. I read on the NHS website about can a person who overdosed and is on life support be revived? It said a person could live for hours after an overdose. But Steve, I hope that he lives, he might never be the same. I saw some people at the museum in wheelchairs, drooling, a glazed look in their eyes always looking up and never down, and making some strange gutural sounds like, "Uggghhh." I think maybe some of them might be survivors of heroin overdoses. Would Steve be like that? I think the paramedics would have used CPR, Narcan, oxygen mask and heart ventricular fibrillation paddles. What are the statistics on revival? Can they do things they couldn't five years ago? But even a quantum computer wood be useless against partial organ shutdown.
I saw a 911 TV spot. "Is Santa going to die?" a little girl asks. The paramedic shakes his head "No."
Steve is 73. However he looks young for 73. I thought he was in his 50s. That's not too old to have a second chance at life. He wasn't suicidal, he would have been cautious if anything. That means the dosage he took was minimal. One is either one of two ways about this, cautious or suicidal. There is no middle ground. The landlord mentioned he was cooking the heroin using a plastic spoon. Plastic releases a chemical called bisphenol A. You don't want that in your heroin! In the bloodstream.
Someone once said to me, "Your friends who died, even if they live again, would you be spending more time with them when they were alive? It seems that you didn't spend a lot of time with them which also means that they didn't spend a lot of time with you." He could have went on to say that they had a social agenda that didn't include you even if that agenda was them being alone in their room all the time, that would also be an agenda that didn't include you. In life people do drift in and out of different social circles. It's possible you could spend more time with them then knowing what they mean to you. But what if everyone could do that, die but then come back for some indefinite period of time. There would be so many millions of people that some are bound to be overlooked. Even then, if they came back and I saw them just as often as I did before, no more, no less, that would still be pretty good. People are on their own paths, and it's best to release them if they passed on. Trust that they're happy in the afterlife.
One more thing. In the West, front left hand seat is the bus drivers seat, in Thailand, it's opposite. So in the dream, The King was sitting in the driver's seat. I'm keeping score. Also we were in different buses because he's dead and I'm living.
The morning after, I looked at the clock. It said 4:46 exactly. Then I slept, woke again, and the clock said 6:14. This is a teaching moment. Signs. The spirit world speaks most loudest through signs. 44 is a Royal number. 4/6 April 6 is the day the Prince of Thailand visited me in a dream in 2015. The day after that, King George the 6th and the entire British Royal Family visited me in a dream! The family was standing in the distance, shoulder to shoulder, wearing 1930s style white minks. They were all benignly looking at me! In another year, 2018, Queen Victoria visited me in a dream. That was on April the 8th. The day after April 7th of course. Three in a row, April 6, 7, 8. Orwell 1984. 84. Eighth of April. Connect the dots.
Why do I have Royal dreams all the time? What does this mean? I have dreams of other things but the moments that I see Royalty stand out. Just like in waking life, the days you see celebrities stand out in memory more than days that you don't. Why would I see Royal celebrities in my dreams rather than rock and roll music stars since they are closer to my station in life than Royalty. I'm pleasantly baffled.
And I couldn't tell you how many hundreds of times I wake up, look at the time and it's something 47. 1:47, 3:47, 12:47, whatever. And how many time I turned on my tablet and the time was also something 47. That's a thing and there's a name for it. Synchronicity? Serendipity? If one has a dream of something, if it's true, the signs will increase and grow stronger over time, not less. Since things happen around me all the time because of my Royal Dreams, what am I doing in a land that's not a Monarchy? But it is a land that gives me copious Royal dreams. I'm not sure about ever leaving. Royal dreams is a serious thing. Every time I have one, I'm shaking inside the whole day, from the glow of such a dream.
The young lady who yelled frantically saved his life. Hopefully. I didn't know it at the time but I was hearing the yells of an angel. She deserves a medal for saving his life.
Two weeks ago, around Monday November 11, I had a dream with Gandalf the Wizard wearing a grey robe and grey pointed witch hat. Gandalf the grey. It was in a one story medieval cottage. Sunny day. Light pouring in through Windows. Gandalf was in something that looked like the back of a white truck. He was on top of a pile of clothes. I was at the bottom of the pile of clothes looking up at him. I held something in my hand. It was a little doll, all one color. Tan unpainted wood color. I said that I wanted to bring it to show the hobbits. Gandalf said that the hobbits wouldn't be happy to see that.
Pictures of all of this to follow. I draw better on energy drinks. Is that bad. Perhaps not better but with a different energy.
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Thursday, December 19, 2019
I hesitated one day to write about this. I think this is something people will want to read about. Like Marissa Ryan said, "They'll think I'm crazy or making it up. I'll think I'm crazy and making it up!"
Part of a much longer dream. I was in a classroom. Then it was announced that Queen Elizabeth is about to visit and that all the students should leave. I was to leave too. I left the room but returned because of the familiarity, Queen Elizabeth is someone that I then, in the dream, felt that she was someone I was familiar with, remembering all the times I've seen her before in previous dreams. I reentered the room. She was there wearing a light blue Blazer and a white wide brimmed hat, a Royal subtle type of fascinator. A crowd of important people wearing glasses was there. There could have been women but I noticed all men. Their backs were towards me. Queen Elizabeth was facing me, looked right at me from where she was standing and stuck out her tongue at me! I'll never forget it. The tongue was hanging down, like that of a lion, and it was big. Pink but with a million little white specks in the center, like how a tongue should look. Einstein stuck out his tongue like that in a picture. A few days before the dream, I wrote about how TARS said the third dimension is a space created tomhelpmus understand the fourth dimensional reality or words to that effect. I then wrote about that's how all dimensions work. The second dimension is a bunch of one dimensions stacked on top of and overlapping one another and how all dimensions respectively, work like that. The fourth dimension is an ever shifting set of three dimensions. That's how we think we perceive reality, that's the ideal. The third dimension is an ever shifting set of two dimensions. That's how we actual experience reality, is that's the reality. Etc etc etc. I wrote about this in the French restaurant November 2019 entry of my Noble Films blog. Pictures to follow.
Five minutes after writing this I looked out the window. I saw 3 taxicabs. Blue with white roof. Two were parked. One was driving past. What are the odds of that. Usually the taxis are yellow or green. That'll do it!
December 25, 2019
"You're a god in entertainment!"
Unbelievable. Weird. Not sexual weird but geometric weird. Whenever someone says my dreams were weird, the first thing someone would assume is that it was sexual. No, it could be weird geometrically.
On a bunk bed, top level. I sense something is happening so I swing down, hanging from the bunk bed. I see a street.
Then I see Mike Tyson! He is in the doorway but sitting down on the floor. Young, at around age 20. No tribal tattoo over his eyebrow either. He is wearing white shorts. Very white as white clothing in dreams appears whiter than white clothes in this dimension. It's what Ray Bradbury called the ice cream shirt. I then am on the floor as well. As I move past him, he is to my right. He is very muscular, big round muscles, like an ox. I see the left side of his face. Glistening black skin, 8K definition, you could see each shining glittering pore of his dark brown skin. I say to him, "You're a God in entertainment."
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Crazy. Unbelievable as usual. I'll tell what I think I saw. And play connect the dots. And babbling lie a Yaqui Indian. Sunday, January 12, 2020. Upon awakening, then falling asleep again for a short time, I saw the old King of Thailand, King Rama 9 dressed in red military uniform with the snack-plate on the chest as usual. It was a cloudy day and he was going from left to right. It was a Street in Southeast Asia and he was going into a building with a large doorway opening. January is the 12 is the day after January 11 the date that years ago I had another major royal dream about a white stagecoach at Buckingham Palace. The majorly one. Just April 8 when I had the dream of Queen Victoria, which is the day after April 7, the day after my "Wow!" dream of King George the 6th. On either of the day after dreams, the wearing red, the King of Thailand was wearing red, and Prince Albert was wearing red in the dream of Queen Victoria; "Call me Vicky." Entities in the 4th or 5th dimension will know that this is real.
I always hesitate to talk about Royal dreams because of the intensity.
The scene correlates with a dream I had of the the Crown Prince of Thailand. In 2003 when I was in Thailand, I had dream of the Prince of Thailand pulling up in front of the place I was living at in a long maroon colored car facing left to the front of the place I was living at. He stepped out of the car accompanied with one or two assistants and he went into the house to my right. There was a family living there at the time. I was told that the father of the family was a Police Officer. The Crown Prince seemed like a very benign mild person, very different from the impression I thought which I thought he'd be mean or angry. The point is, was the street was very similar.
The dream I had in Thailand in 2003. At the time I told a few people about it. But I never drew a picture of that dream until now.
One more note. Mainly to myself. That maroon color. Wasn't that the color of the television as it quickly got brighter just a split second before the silver UFO rotating clockwise, if looked down from the top? Again, more meaningless babble. Ignor this. Overlook it. There may be sentient beings of the fourth or fifth dimension or even ETs who know exactly what I'm writing about.
